The Brattons

Icy flowers at the grocery store.

It snowed today, and the snow made me think. Here's what I decided: When people complain and ask for spring, they really want summer. Summer is when it's warm. Spring is not.
Spring is when you know all the new life is coming, but you can't see it clearly yet. You just see glimpses. Spring isn't a meadow full of daisies. It's a couple of daffodils that you aren't even sure are going to make it through the frost. But even if they don't make it, summer will still come. I've seen many a snowy Easter and not one of them was followed by winter. I promise.
So spring, at least around here, is not about sudden heat waves or an explosion of plant life. Spring is a tenuous hold on a coming certainty. Just like life. So don't worry too much about the snow or the hail, and don't take it too hard if the daffodils get frostbite. That's just how it goes. Summer will come. I promise. : )